Isn't Christmas lovely. People getting together, exchanging gifts and generally being lovely to one another.
Well not round here. Christmas this year in my world has so far been typified by bare chested tequila fuelled colleagues running around the pub with a pool cue, before falling into the cuffs of a waiting policeman.
Then last night, the peace was broken by a bunch of lairy scousers loudly ushering John Terry off the pitch, screaming 'fucking southern bastard' in a West London pub full of Chelsea fans.
Glad tidings we bring, to you and your King.
We wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
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